Sunday, May 25, 2008
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 3 - 'DRACO, LOVE'
CHAPTER 3
But why were they traveling by foot? They were Death Eaters, they certainly had many other modes of transportation, yet they insisted on dragging their captive Hermione behind them on foot. They were walking, walking who knew where, but walking all the same. Then they were stopping and Hermione was shoved roughly into the arms of another person who emerged from the shadows. She gasped, but was silent as the girl’s eyes landed on her, daring her to make another sound.
The girl ventured forward and Hermione noticed that the cloaked person who had been leading them to their mystery destination had stopped and was leaning against a wall appearing to be awaiting the girl’s approach. Hermione watched them speak, wondering what they were saying. Were they discussing the quickest way to get her back to their master? Debating whether or not to kill her themselves and claim to the Dark Lord that it had been an unfortunate accident? Or maybe they were discussing the weather, because who didn’t like to talk about the weather at a time like this?
Hermione noted the intimacy in the way the girl approached him, touching his shoulder, her fingertips trailing lightly over his chest and then to his face, which still remained blocked from view. Then a white hand came from the cloak, slender fingers stroking the girl’s cheek and then raising her chin, tilting her head up. Hermione watched the cloaked figure lean down towards her, appearing to have kissed her. She turned away, feeling almost guilty for witnessing the private moment between her captors, but then her guilt became confusion. How could they possibly be kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other while they dragged the last piece of the puzzle that was Voldemort’s happiness behind them? Didn’t they realize what the Dark Lord would give to have the Mudblood Granger in his possession? Didn’t they see that every moment wasted was less time spent being thanked and praised by their master? Didn’t they realize what they were doing?
Apparently not.
The girl walked back towards her and took her wrist in her iron grip again. She pulled Hermione forward, towards the cloaked man who still stood up ahead. Once they were within a few feet of him, he turned towards the wall and pulled out his wand. He muttered a few unintelligible words and the bricks began to move to the side. Hermione was reminded of the times she would journey to Diagon Alley for her school shopping with Harry and Ron, but she was interrupted by cold hands on her other arm and she was guided into the darkness.
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